| Slow loud and bangin'
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| I turn my speakers up
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| And then I just start swanging
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| Sometimes I get behind the wheel
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| Then I start to steer
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| Don’t know where I’m going but just get me out of here
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| Slow loud and bangin'
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| I feel the breeze and it be feelin so amazing
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| See baby I’m just trying to live
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| And I got stress for real
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| So I drop the topper 'cause how will that make me feel
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| Drop the top and then you know the drill
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| Hit the strips so I can show the wheels
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| People say that I’m over trouble
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| But when they talk about me they promote and steal
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| They told me real to recognize the real
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| But if you real then you should know Chamille
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| If you don’t then you should get a coke
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| Because a cold shoulder that it’s the cola feel
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| Wooden rippen written on my plates
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| This type of weapon is in normal ways
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| But I can see you ain’t got a clue
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| So be a good detective and get on the case
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| You can sit on that couch at home
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| And not reach success and then call it fate
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| 'Cause y’all the type that applies the brakes
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| But know that I’m the type that ain’t trying to wait
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| Slow loud and bangin'
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| I turn my speakers up
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| And then I just start swanging
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| Sometimes I get behind the wheel
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| Then I start to steer
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| Don’t know where I’m going but just get me out of here
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| Slow loud and bangin'
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| I feel the breeze and it be feelin so amazing
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| See baby I’m just trying to live
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| And I got stress for real
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| So I drop the topper 'cause how will that make me feel
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| Money don’t make you bullet proof of stress
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| You can get sued mess around and lose your vest
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| Get your heart broken and it bruise your chest
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| Peace won’t guarantee the roogie’s rest
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| Your good girl trying to find who to sex
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| While you try to figure what dude is next
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| Someday you gotta give bad news to press
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| But even winners gotta find new success
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| Meditate ain’t a spare to wait
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| Next stop on the map is a better day
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| Pretend that the towers was never break
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| But the past’s in the past so just let it chain
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| The passengers out with your head to lay
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| When I’m in the route till the getaway
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| The truth remain with you so be scared to say
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| When I turn the beat up and I let it play and say
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| Slow loud and bangin'
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| I turn my speakers up
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| And then I just start to swanging
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| Sometimes I get behind the wheel
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| Then I start to steer
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| Don’t know where I’m going but just get me out of here
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| Slow loud and bangin'
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| I feel the breeze and it be feelin so amazing
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| See baby I’m just trying to live
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| And I got stress for real
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| So I drop the topper 'cause how will that make me feel
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| Seem like this world so drop as cruel
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| Good parents don’t give proper duos
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| What the hell happened to Dr. Seuss
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| And who taught these little kids how to cock a shoe
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| Turn 13 and get shot for shoes
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| Turn 15 and get shot in school
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| Get too upset when I watch the news
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| So I just hit the strip in the drop topper cruise
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| Please Lord don’t fail me now
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| This partnership’s a cooperation
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| I’m on the job and know who to bust
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| And make living longer my occupation
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| They always told me their money talks
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| I always loved a good conversation
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| But they ain’t seein' who behind the wheel
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| So let’s drop the top so they not mistaken
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| Slow loud and bangin'
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| Amazing
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| Down against the wheel 'cause it always makes me feel
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| Down against the wheel 'cause it always makes me feel alright
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| Slow loud and bangin'
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| Slow loud and bangin'
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| Slow loud and bangin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slow Loud & Bangin , by - Chamillionaire. Song from the album Greatest Verses, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп